i mean i dont do motherhood only when i know i can do it perfectly. i do it. fuck perfection. not only is perfection not attainable but if it was who would want to be around a perfect person? or perfect art? and i hell as dont want to be around a perfect mother.

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It’s funny. So often we don’t expect perfection from others and even revel in their imperfections. And yet when it comes to ourselves, why is it we so often feel our thoughts, efforts, art, love, isn’t worth showing to others unless it is so?